The Garden Of Cymodoce Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Sea and bright wind and heaven of ardent airA
More dear than all things earth born O to meB
Mother more dear than love's own longing seaB
More than love's eyes are fairA
Be with my spirit of song as wings to bearA
As fire to feel and breathe and brighten beB
A spirit of sense more deep of deityB
A light of love if love may be more strongC
In me than very songC
For song I have loved with second love but theeB
Thee first thee mother ere my songs had breathD
That love of loves whose bondage makes man freeB
Was in me strong as deathD
And seeing no slave may love thee no not oneE
That loves not freedom moreF
And more for thy sake loves her and for hersG
Thee or that hates not on whate'er thy shoreF
Or what thy wave soever all things doneE
Of man beneath the sunE
In his despite and thine to cross and curseH
Your light and song that as with lamp and verseH
Guide safe the strength of our sphered universeH
Thy breath it was thou knowest and none but thineI
That taught me love of one thing more divineI
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StrF
Ah yet my youth was oldJ
Its first years dead and coldJ
As last year's autumn's goldJ
And all my spirit of singing sick and sad and sereF
Or ever I might beholdJ
The fairest of thy foldJ
Engirt enringed enrolledJ
In all thy flower sweet flock of islands dear and nearF
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StrF
Yet in my heart I deemedK
The fairest things meseemedK
Truth dreaming ever dreamedK
Had made mine eyes already like a god's to seeB
Of all sea things that wereF
Clothed on with water and airF
That none could live more fairF
Than thy sweet love long since had shown for love to meB
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AntK
I knew not mother of mineI
That one birth more divineI
Than all births else of thineI
That hang like flowers or jewels on thy deep soft breastK
Was left for me to shineI
Above thy girdling lineI
Of bright and breathing brineI
To take mine eyes with rapture and my sense with restK
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AntK
That this was left for meB
Mother to have of theeB
To touch to taste to seeB
To feel as fire fulfilling all my blood and breathD
As wine of living fireF
Keen as the heart's desireF
That makes the heart its pyreF
And on its burning visions burns itself to deathD
For here of all thy waters here of allL
Thy windy ways the wildest and besetK
As some beleaguered city's war breached wallL
With deaths enmeshed all round it in deep netK
Thick sown with rocks deadlier than steel and fierceM
With loud cross countering currents where the shipN
Flags flickering like a wind bewildered leafO
The densest weft of waves that prow may pierceM
Coils round the sharpest warp of shoals that dipN
Suddenly scarce well under for one briefO
Keen breathing space between the streams adverseH
Scarce showing the fanged edge of one hungering lipN
Or one tooth lipless of the ravening reefO
And midmost of the murderous water's webP
All round it stretched and spunE
Laughs reckless of rough tide and raging ebbP
The loveliest thing that shines against the sunE
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StrF
O flower of all wind flowers and sea flowersG
Made lovelier by love of the seaB
Than thy golden own field flowers or tree flowersG
Like foam of the sea facing treeB
No foot but the seamew's there settlesQ
On the spikes of thine anthers like hornsR
With snow coloured spray for thy petalsQ
Black rocks for thy thornsR
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AntK
Was it here in the waste of his watersG
That the lordly north wind when his loveS
On the fairest of many king's daughtersG
Bore down for a spoil from aboveS
Chose forth of all farthest far islandsT
As a haven to harbour her headK
Of all lowlands on earth and all highlandsT
His bride worthy bedK
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StrB
Or haply my sea flower he found theeB
Made fast as with anchors to landK
And broke that his waves might be round theeB
Thy fetters like rivets of sandK
And afar by the blast of him driftedK
Thy blossom of beauty was borneU
As a lark by the heart in her liftedK
To mix with the mornU
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AntK
By what rapture of rage by what visionE
Of a heavenlier heaven than aboveS
Was he moved to devise thy divisionE
From the land as a rest for his loveS
As a nest when his wings would remeasureB
The ways where of old they would beB
As a bride bed upbuilt for his pleasureB
By sea rock and seaB
For in no deeps of midmost inland MayV
More flowerbright flowers the hawthorn or more sweetK
Swells the wild gold of the earth for wandering feetK
For on no northland wayV
Crowds the close whin bloom closer set like theeB
With thorns about for fangs of sea rock shownW
Through blithe lips of the bitter brine to leeB
Nor blithelier landward comes the sea wind blownW
Nor blithelier leaps the land wind back to seaB
Nor louder springs the living song of birdsX
To shame our sweetest wordsX
And in the narrowest of thine hollowest holdK
For joy thine aspens quiver as though for coldK
And many a self lit flower illumined treeB
Outlaughs with snowbright or with rosebright gleeB
The laughter of the fields whose laugh is goldK
Yea even from depth to heightK
Even thine own beauty with its own delightK
Fulfils thine heart in thee an hundredfoldK
Beyond the larger hearts of islands brightK
With less intense contraction of desireB
Self satiate centred in its own deep fireB
Of shores not self enchanted and entrancedK
By heavenly severance from all shadow of mirthY
Or mourning upon earthY
As thou by no similitude enhancedK
By no fair foil made fairer but aloneW
Fair as could be no beauty save thine ownW
And wondrous as no world beholden wonderB
Throned with the world's most perilous sea for throneW
And praised from all its choral throats of thunderB
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StrB
Yet one praise hast thou holierB
Than praise of theirs may beB
To exalt thee wert thou lowlierB
Than all that take the seaB
With shores whence waves ebb slowlierB
Than these fall off from theeB
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AntK
That One whose name gives gloryB
One man whose life makes lightK
One crowned and throned in storyB
Above all empire's heightK
Came where thy straits run hoaryB
To hold thee fast in sightK
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StrB
With hallowing eyes to hold theeB
With rapturous heart to readK
To encompass and enfold theeB
With love whence all men feedK
To brighten and behold theeB
Who is mightiest of man's seedK
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AntK
More strong than strong disasterB
For fate and fear too strongC
Earth's friend whose eyes look past herB
Whose hands would purge of wrongC
Our lord our light our masterB
Whose word sums up all songC
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StrB
Be it April or SeptemberB
That plays his perfect partK
Burn June or blow DecemberB
Thou canst not in thine heartK
But rapturously rememberB
All heavenlike as thou artK
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AntK
Whose footfall made thee fairerB
Whose passage more divineI
Whose hand our thunder bearerB
Held fire that bade thee shineI
With subtler glory and rarerB
Than thrills the sun's own shrineI
Who knows how then his godlike banished gazeZ
Turned haply from its goal of natural daysZ
And homeward hunger for the clear French climeV
Toward English earth whereunder now the AccursedK
Rots in the hate of all men's hearts inhearsedK
A carrion ranker to the sense of timeV
For that sepulchral gift of stone and limeV
By royal grace laid on it less of weightK
Than the load laid by fateK
Fate misbegotten child of his own crimeV
Son of as foul a bastard bearing birthY
As even his own on earthY
Less heavy than the load of cursing piledK
By loyal grace of all souls undefiledK
On one man's head whose reeking soul made rottenE
The loathed live corpse on earth once misbegottenE
But when our Master's homeless feet were hereB
France yet was foul with joy more foul than fearB
And slavery chosen more vile by choice of chanceA2
Than dull damnation of inheritanceB2
From Russian year to yearB
Alas fair mother of men alas my FranceA2
What ailed thee so to fall that wert so dearB
For all men's sake to all men in such tranceA2
Plague stricken Had the very Gods that sawC2
Thy glory lighten on us for a lawC2
Thy gospel go before us for a guideK
Had these waxed envious of our love and aweD2
Or was it less their envy than thy prideK
That bared thy breast for the obscene vulture clawC2
High priestess by whose mouth Love prophesiedK
That fate should yet mean freedom HowsoeverB
That hour the helper of men's hearts we praiseZ
Which blots out of man's book of after daysZ
The name above all names abhorred for everB
And His name shall we praise not whom these flowersG
These rocks and ravening waters bound for girthY
Round this wild starry spanlong plot of earthY
Beheld the mightier for those heavier hoursG
That bowed his heart not downE2
Nor marred one crowning blossom of his crownE2
For surely might we sayV
Even from the dark deep sea gate that makes wayV
Through channelled darkness for the darkling dayV
Hardly to let men's faltering footfall winF2
The sunless passage inF2
Where breaks a world aflower against the sunE
A small sweet world of wave encompassed wonderB
Kept from the wearier landward world asunderB
With violence of wild waters and with thunderB
Of many winds as oneE
To where the keen sea current grinds and fretsG2
The black bright sheer twin flameless AltarletsG2
That lack no live blood sacrifice they craveH2
Of shipwreck and the shrine subservient waveH2
Having for priest the storm wind and for choirB
Lightnings and clouds whose prayer and praise are fireB
All the isle acclaimed him coming she the leastK
Of all things loveliest that the sea's love hidesG2
From strange men's insult walled about with tidesG2
That bid strange guests back from her flower strewn feastK
Set all her fields aflower her flowers aflameV
To applaud him that he cameV
Nor surely flashed not something of delightK
Through that steep strait of rock whose twin cliffed heightK
Links crag with crag reiterate land with landK
By one sheer thread of narrowing precipiceG2
Bifront that binds and sundersG2
Abyss from hollower imminent abyssG2
And wilder isle with island blind for blissG2
Of sea that lightens and of wind that thundersG2
Nor pealed not surely back from deep to steepI2
Reverberate acclamation steep to deepI2
Inveterately reclaiming and replyingJ2
Praise and response applausive nor the seaG2
For all the sea wind's cryingJ2
Knew not the song her sister even as sheG2
Thundering or like her confluent spring tides brighteningJ2
And like her darkness lighteningJ2
The song that moved about him silent nowK2
Both soundless wings refolded and refurledK
On that Promethean browK2
Then quivering as for flight that wakes the worldK
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StrK2
From the roots of the rocks underlying the gulfs that engird it aroundK
Was the isle not enkindled with light of him landing or thrilled not with soundK
Yea surely the sea like a harper laid hand on the shore as a lyreK2
As the lyre in his own for a birthright of old that was given of his sireK2
And the hand of the child was put forth on the chords yet alive and aflameV
From the hand of the God that had wrought it in heaven and the hand was the sameV
And the tongue of the child spake singing and never a note that he sangL2
But the strings made answer unstricken as though for the God they rangL2
And the eyes of the child shone lightening and touched as by life at his nodK
They shuddered with music and quickened as though from the glance of the GodK
So trembled the heart of the hills and the rocks to receive him and yearnedK
With desirous delight of his presence and love that beholding him burnedK
Yea down through the mighty twin hollows where never the sunlight shall beG2
Deep sunk under imminent earth and subdued to the stress of the seaG2
That feel when the dim week changes by change of their tides in the darkM2
As the wave sinks under within them reluctant removed from its markM2
Even there in the terror of twilight in bloom with its blossoms ablushG2
Did a sense of him touch not the gleam of their flowers with a fierier flushG2
Though the sun they behold not for ever yet knew they not over them OneE
Whose soul was the soul of the morning whose song was the song of the sunE
But the secrets inviolate of sunlight in hollows untrodden of dayK
Shall he dream what are these who beholds not or he that hath seen shall he sayK
For the path is for passage of sea mews and he that hath glided and leaptK
Over sea grass and sea rock alighting as one from a citadel creptK
That his foemen beleaguer descending by darkness and stealth at the lastK
Peers under and all is as hollow to hellward agape and aghastK
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AntK
But afloat and afar in the darkness a tremulous colour subsidesG2
From the crimson high crest of the purple peaked roof to the soft coloured sidesG2
That brighten as ever they widen till downward the level is wonE
Of the soundless and colourless water that knows not the sense of the sunE
From the crown of the culminant arch to the floor of the lakelet abloomV
One infinite blossom of blossoms innumerable aflush through the gloomV
All under the deeps of the darkness are glimmering all over impendsG2
An immeasurable infinite flower of the dark that dilates and descendsG2
That exults and expands in its breathless and blind efflorescence of heartK
As it broadens and bows to the wave ward and breathes not and hearkens apartK
As a beaker inverse at a feast on Olympus exhausted of wineI
But inlaid as with rose from the lips of Dione that left it divineI
From the lips everliving of laughter and love everlasting that leaveN2
In the cleft of his heart who shall kiss them a snake to corrode it and cleaveN2
So glimmers the gloom into glory the glory recoils into gloomV
That the eye of the sun could not kindle the lip not of Love could relumeV
So darkens reverted the cup that the kiss of her mouth set on fireK2
So blackens a brand in his eyeshot asmoulder awhile from the pyreK2
For the beam from beneath and without it refrangent again from the waveH2
Strikes up through the portal a ghostly reverse on the dome of the caveH2
On the depth of the dome ever darkling and dim to the crown of its arcM2
That the sun coloured tapestry sunless for ever may soften the darkM2
But within through the side seen archway a glimmer again from the rightK
Is the seal of the sea's tide set on the mouth of the mystery of nightK
And the seal on the seventh day breaks but a little that man by its meanO2
May behold what the sun hath not looked on the stars of the night have not seenO2
Even like that hollow bosomed rose inverseG2
And infinite the heaven of thy vast verseG2
Our Master over all our souls impendsG2
Imminent we with heart enkindled eyesG2
Upwondering search the music moulded skiesG2
Sphere by sweet sphere concordant as it blendsG2
Light of bright sound sound of clear light in oneE
As all the stars found utterance through the sunE
And all that heaven is like a rose in bloomV
Flower coloured where its own sun's fires illumeV
As from one central and imperious heartK
The whole sky's every partK
But lightening still and darkling downward loP2
The light and darkness of itK
The leaping of the lamping levin afarK2
Between the full moon and the sunset starK2
The war song of the sounding skies aglowP2
That have the herald thunder for their prophetK
From north to south the lyric lights that leapI2
The tragic sundawns reddening east and westK
As with bright blood from one Promethean breastK
The peace of noon that strikes the sea to sleepI2
The wail over the world of all that weepI2
The peace of night when death brings life on restK
Goddess who gatherest all the herded wavesG2
Into thy great sweet pastureless green foldK
Even for our love of oldK
I pray thee by thy power that slays and savesG2
Take thou my song of this thy flower to keepI2
Who hast my heart in holdK
And from thine high place of thy garden steepI2
Where one sheer terrace oversees thy deepI2
From the utmost rock reared heightK
Down even to thy dear depths of night and lightK
Take my song's salutation and on meV
Breathe back the benediction of thy seaV
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Between two seas the sea bird's wing makes haltK
Wind weary while with lifting head he waitsG2
For breath to reinspire him from the gatesG2
That open still toward sunrise on the vaultK
High domed of morning and in flight's defaultK
With spreading sense of spirit anticipatesG2
What new sea now may lure beyond the straitsG2
His wings exulting that her winds exaltK
And fill them full as sails to seaward spreadK
Fulfilled with fair speed's promise Pass my songC
Forth to the haven of thy desire and dreadK
The presence of our lord long loved and longC
Far off above beholden who to theeV
Was as light kindling all a windy seaV

Algernon Charles Swinburne



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